Early Morning iPod Ride. (In Lake Garda)
The alarm clock wrenches me from a particularly pleasant dream and its 6am. Early morning ride o'clock. Dark chocolate for energy and caffeine content is consumed. Slighty whiffy kit on. Pack and bike sorted the night before so we are away with minimal faff. The happy go lucky voice of Thom York is in the headphones.
Half hour spin up cyclepath dodging the sparse joggers as we go. Nausea stabilizes. More upbeat tunes on the iPod.
Through Dro as it wakes up, then off road up towards the lake. Tiniest mistake on one of the numerous short yet steep technical climbs and i'm pushing. Nausea rears its ugly head. The fizzy water I mistakenly bought not helping. Take turnoff and head down the singletrack to the lake, missed it out last time, shame as its a bit good. Chilli peppers rocking. Wake up crusty climbers cheeky camping by the lake.
Take 5 at the lake, take photo of nice cliffs, retrace tyres tracks back to turn off. Keep trucking north. Front wheel nearly washes out on corner, properly awake now. Metallica rarrrrr! Exit out onto farm track.
Through Petramurata. Climb up above the road. Back onto singletrack. Look left, my word that's a drop. Down the fast and loose bit saying 'ciao' to the smiley Italian bird pushing up the hill.
Climb up the last proper climb of the day, mess up one section and have to push until it smooths out a touch. Beasties are Super Disco Breakin'. My god I smell. Superfast fireroad descent, mess up that frickin corner again. Back onto the last singletrack section. Last and eviliest technical climb, not cleaned yet. Not going to happen today. Last singletrack descent, the really good one, pretty much pin it even the nasty drop off into rock garden goes surprisingly well with just clacking the pedals once.
Scare some lycra glad germans coming up the good descent. Odd bunch.
Back on to cyclepath, spin back, feel smug and tired.
Dodge germans roaming in packs. Shockingly high lycra quotient.
It's 10am.
Half hour spin up cyclepath dodging the sparse joggers as we go. Nausea stabilizes. More upbeat tunes on the iPod.
Through Dro as it wakes up, then off road up towards the lake. Tiniest mistake on one of the numerous short yet steep technical climbs and i'm pushing. Nausea rears its ugly head. The fizzy water I mistakenly bought not helping. Take turnoff and head down the singletrack to the lake, missed it out last time, shame as its a bit good. Chilli peppers rocking. Wake up crusty climbers cheeky camping by the lake.
Take 5 at the lake, take photo of nice cliffs, retrace tyres tracks back to turn off. Keep trucking north. Front wheel nearly washes out on corner, properly awake now. Metallica rarrrrr! Exit out onto farm track.
Through Petramurata. Climb up above the road. Back onto singletrack. Look left, my word that's a drop. Down the fast and loose bit saying 'ciao' to the smiley Italian bird pushing up the hill.
Climb up the last proper climb of the day, mess up one section and have to push until it smooths out a touch. Beasties are Super Disco Breakin'. My god I smell. Superfast fireroad descent, mess up that frickin corner again. Back onto the last singletrack section. Last and eviliest technical climb, not cleaned yet. Not going to happen today. Last singletrack descent, the really good one, pretty much pin it even the nasty drop off into rock garden goes surprisingly well with just clacking the pedals once.
Scare some lycra glad germans coming up the good descent. Odd bunch.
Back on to cyclepath, spin back, feel smug and tired.
Dodge germans roaming in packs. Shockingly high lycra quotient.
It's 10am.
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